My Dad used to recite a few poems he recalled from his youth, whenever someone was within hearing distance and wanted to hear them again. Cover your ears Mama!
This one goes untitled to his recollection, and goes something like this:
" I hunt the bear
I hunt the moose
I hunt the rat,
The other day I take my axe for hunt thee skunk polecat.
My friend Bill, say he's very fine fur and sometimes good to eat,
I think I get my wife fur coat and same time get some meat.
I take my ax upon my back and I walk some six, eight miles,
And pertty soon, and by and by,
I smell ONE ' AWEFUL ' smell!
I think the gotdamn skunk, he die, and fur coat gone to hell!!
Then pertty soon, by and by, up by the great big tree,
I see that little pussycat,
I thin he no see me!
I sneak up very close behind, I raise my ax up HIGH,
When-----Paatch, That little pussycat, throw something in my eye!
OH SACRA BLUE, I think I'm blind,
Yeeez Krise, I no can see,!,\
Now what you think that pussycat, he peest all over me!
I run round, all round and round, I throw away my ax,
That pussycat, and then 'bout Million pussycat, he climb upon my back.
When I get home my wife she say, she sick on me the dog,
She say I no can sleep in shack, I have to sleep with hog!
No more, I hunt thee skunk polecat, for his fine fur and meat
For if he peest , he smell so bad,
What if he should sheeet!??? "
I know this may be a repeat of days gone by but, when I came upon this picture of my crazy brother, it reminded me of Dad's idea of poetry. I can see him sitting on the fence rail laughing it up with some of his followers who wanted to learn whatever they could from Grandpa, Dad, or Uncle Ted or just a good friend., even if it was ' poetry.'
Beware out there! Ya sure do not want to hit one of those polecats! Or, be feeding one unaware! One once was helping himself to the barn cat's food right on the front step. Not a pretty scent.
Thanks for stopping and